Bedtime with Cat

Stories at bedtime

Being ushered into bed each night is predictable with a cat. Any cat lover knows it’s of utmost importance to be “on time”. My Missy nags whenever I put a kink in its regularity. Bedtime–like feeding time–must  always be regular. Whether I’m cooperative or not, however, when I finally do head for the bedroom, my little black friend skeedadles ahead of me. She hops on the bed, and eyes me impatiently until I’ve completely undressed, pulled on my nightgown, brushed my teeth, fluffed and propped up my pillow, and climbed into beside her.

Once I’ve settled beneath the blankets and opened my book, she drapes her warm, furry self over my shoulder and rewards me with a lick or two of approval. Nestling herself against my cheek, she commences purring throughout the next section of my book. Until one—or both of us–slides into dreamland.

Rainy Day Mission

orice with Missy

I’m on my own unique kind of rainy-day mission–doing almost nothing. I sit in my cushioned chair with my legs propped up, a cozy quilt wrapped tightly around me, and turn a page. I’m indulging in a novel.

The voice inside my head insists I do something constructive, for God’s sake. The world needs saving and your house is a mess, while you waste away your day.  My nunly self has always ordinarily cooperated, but I’m finally learning to ignore her. Rather than bolt upright and proceed with my to-do list, I take a deep breath, sink another inch into my cushion, and settle into the story.

I deserve a gold star.